Ok I feel better but the levels of hell are unreal… I don’t want to be redesigned and tacky against my own creed with the probably same people who did it… and yes but I need my own mannerisms and personality… they make me feel phony and fake and like I’m acting
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It makes me feel ugly too
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K, I, M, K (that’s ironic) … when I think of that I think of forgot. I did really like the kardashians and saw a few episodes too for the reality tv comment
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They’re scaring me… my god already designed me… can I please be me without changing my nature especially when I don’t want to
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Cause I can’t feel like them cause them bitches weak as fuck. What stripes do they have for real other than manipulation. In my world that’s corny… I prefer to do with the real
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Deal with the real*
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Watching all eyez… I’m going to say how I relate or what it means to me.
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“Rosemaries baby has the devil within” … a flower grows in a dark too cause prime example of what too much light can do too!!!!
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I rather die on my feet than live on my knees… LMMFAO not me and no comment and I’ll probably never be able to do that ever again either now. If it your man for shopping money… don’t front… you bitches do it for free.
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Nah I didn’t bleed thru though… why would there be a god terrorizing me? And fucking with my head?
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Not even going to think of that right now… I can’t I’ll never get forward…
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Thru my pants… it’s on my bed*
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They really have my body… so on that knees and feet comment I’d say… Freedom or death especially over my path and life desicions and gods and such. My God loves me… who’s is this one?
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I don’t believe and doubt my god would abuse a bitch into submission when it’s against every principal you have.
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Not my creed, not my religion, and not even my friends anymore
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I’ll put the movie back on… they can’t tell me what to do though especially if it puts me in hell or retarded. We already have insanity! I have my own problems - they all need to go resolve and face their own
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The guy in the yankee gas truck…‘I’m in hell and I don’t have to be! I’ve lost my instincts and my body and they won’t let me try to recover… like why I have to go crazy and suffer for them? I saw that and nah I’m not dressing tacky with it all about them… why would I even wanna be at his drop down. After what I saw I def would. Why would he even live that long? Please stop popping my ear I don’t want to live in hell with you!!!
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How I lose my choice and say too? It’s just a god or dr I collide with
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I need protection from creepers…
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I’m not their trash can either… and we just collide so no… you def can not own and demand my body when I say no.
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I do have a choice… DEATH!!!! You not going to disrespect me and my body and tnrow me into some type of hell!!!! Is that what’s going on she think she my best friend?!?? The bestest friend I ever had!?!!? LMMFAO
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In pain… mr pop a ear is an abusive prick and he’s on my body and I don’t know how he got there either